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Love And Breath

When light fades in upside down slow burn
that looks like sunset when it’s actually just
God’s Hand on your heart Their dimmer switch
of love spinning round on and off…
brighter…not-so-bright…dark.It’s in that plenary dark it seems like
love gets lumped together with some
lesser things indifferent to light, and
trumped by passions fading, passing,
dressed like love but there beneath

the pomp and circumstance they lurk…
contempt and loathing lingering like
endless expectation-fogs of timid
cold perfection leaving just the loss
of warmth witholding cleansing cold.When love is dialed down
dimmed to death within the dark
in that slow fade and one swift moment
final…then…there it is
and you discover in the flipping

that the one you love is dead
or dying in your heart that’s aching
for a dawn that’s never breaking
and your edgy flesh is melting
and the burning in your throatis draining into every vein inside the pulsing
sack of pasty skin and flaccid muscle and red blood
gone white with grief…and day it doesn’t stand a chance
amidst that endless drone of hope distressed and impotent
before The Hand that keeps the lights turned dim and distant

and all you can do is just wait
wait for brightness to return
slow, painstaking, rising up
beneath your heartache heavy,
lumpy quicksilver mercury mercy glowing faint, insistent painstaking
and slow becoming wonder rising
but indefinite and vague and blurry
your heart shaken shifted stirred
and torn apart and all that’s left is

love and breath
the dignity of daring to love greatly,
fiercely, full and found in faith
that love and breath
alone remain